Femdot - Mueen / Pray Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro] Not for sale Get your hand out my pocket, ni**a Uh Yuh Mhm [Verse] I say If you know my name, you know I'm the one here to help I seen my momma watch her momma lose some, then all of her health It's crazy, your worst fear is losing your mother, even if you a mother yourself I pray you do things that aren't usual I pray your family reunions aren't just funerals They told me sleep is the cousin of death That's why I [?] insomniac just in case a family reunion come and I'm not tryna be part of that Part architect tryna build my heart up Hope I don't arrest the cardiac I seen my mans get caught in that jam The summer took his breath away And as much as I want to go grab a TEC today and tеar some flesh today I understand that's not thе better way, and plus At least it took some of the stress away But I be wantin' someone to blame, is all I'm not tryna place a body to a name, that's all I know some angels who never forget me Most of mine got them [?] Leather genuine, like the differences that we had, but all my ni**as cool cats, pick of the litter I just want all my ni**as back I just pray that everybody I love get gray hairs Find a place to grow old and just stay there These raps therapy, it's hurtin' too, that's chemo talk Hide now, friends tryna find me, man that's nemo talk Workin' harder that ni**as really mad at you Funny that the same ones that hang around to get status up I see it on your eyes, you done prioritized addin' up How ironic, you makin' all of these happy songs, but really just be sad as fu*k ni**as talkin' like they understand me Your daddy ever drive taxis to afford Nissans and Camrys? Ever had someone who had murder all in his family? Help a friend off Xannys get home 'cause he got some trouble standing And he takin' pills 'cause they numb his damage Know ni**as who move Grammys helped feed your dreams of Grammy's Ever wish you spent more time with your granny? Even though you spent more time then your whole family? But instead of askin' questions and gettin' stories 'Bout your history and all the things happened before me You was sneakin' out, see you was tryna get with shortys Ever had your homies tell you their parents deported? Ever got jumped, but thank God it ain't get recorded? Then jumped that ni**a back, you was on some bored sh*t Ever locked yourself in the room from like twelve to twelve to take an exam you thought you was gonna pass, and really failed? You ever did a final in a green room? Uh Become a role model when you ain't need to? Had women you was mean to? You ever had your heart broke? You ever had your strings pulled? Ever told yourself that you really need school? Knowing damn well them loans gon' eat you? Extending your self care when you ain't need to? And learning that your idols are men who bleed too? And realize you the only one that's gon' lead you? Ever have the vision, the only one who believed you is the same one who had the vision? Cops pull you over 'cause they got suspicion? Same time they try to pull you out the window? Much later, same reason, cops put a barrel to your temple Ever looked in your heart and put it on instrumental? Ever spilled your soul, so much truth leakin' up out your dental? Ever been the one to keep things together, but you a mess? Ever worry if your aunt actually [?]? Lost some homies from death, and you worry if you gon' be next? You ever pass out from having stress? Ever been the youngest to move, like you really older? Ever grew way quicker than you really 'posed to? Ever told a girl to slide when you needed to be alone, but you needed some company to just hold you over? You ever write how you feel but cannot speak it in person? You ever been the realest you and you are in these verses? You ever had some people pick you up, you small at home? Tellin' all the things you did, but you got far to go? That's why I can't sell myself short What I look like sellin' myself for? Yeah I'm not gon' hold you I'm not for sale, man I told you [?] freedom like I pray you live long enough, I can show you [Outro] Like, money isn't the root of my happiness A lot of times, that's the root of this sh*t That don't got nothing to do with money Being broke, a lot of the times Know what I'm saying? Money shouldn't be the only reason I'm doing something, know what I mean? I should be doing it because it make me feel [?] 'Cause money wasn't the only reason I was doing all the sh*t that made me feel [?]